Category: Poetry
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Movement
. I still wish it was you besides my bed instead of him. I still post my pictures publicly in hopes that you see them. I still yearn for your touch. I still miss the color of my cheeks only you could bring out I still sigh would I be this person? if you had…
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what they don’t know
They ask me to hear the world to fear the world tik tok tik tok it’s supposed to be a reminder ‘not much of you is left’ I ask them to leave me alone. They tell me not much of me is right I really do not care I fancy creating shapes in shadows I…
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PROMISES
I have been holding lit cigarettes between my fingers hoping to feel the burnt of my heart in my lungs I have been trying to forget the smell that lingers hoping to forget how heavenly you felt in my toungue I have been walking leaving a trial of ashes behind wherever I go hoping that…
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Back and forth
Some of us Have more past than future Noone knows If that’s fortunate Or less.
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bullets
I aim my smile at you I miss it every time…. you look away not knowing you have missed a bullet you aim your eyes at no one in particular I wish it was me all the time you stand there unaware that your eyes are guns
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The Process
I will buy a piece of land Build a concrete box over it Look for my freedom there and call it ‘mine’ I will exchange my dreams For fake appreciation and a lot of dime I will refuse to believe in stars let everyone know that it’s just expensive stones that shine I will put…
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why dont you deal with it?
she ties infinity in her head like hair strands with a rubber band that almost puts things to place she knows they only know what you reveal yet does not care showing all she knows does not even bother becoming friends with ”them” because friends make the worst enemies she remembers you and all that…
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